Patti Smith

Pissing in a river, watching it rise
Tattoo fingers shy away from me
Voices voices mesmerize
Voices voices beckoning sea
Come come come come back come back
Come back come back come back
Spoke of a wheel, tip of a spoon
Mouth of a cave, Im a slave Im free.
When are you coming ? hope you come soon
Fingers, fingers encircling thee
Come come come come come come
Come come come come come come for me oh
My bowels are empty, excreting your soul
What more can I give you ? baby I dont know
What more can I give you to make this thing grow?
Dont turn your back now, Im talking to you
Should I pursue a path so twisted ?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted ?